"Seriously? what is the point, is this like the creepy old lady who groped you, there's no need!"

Sam grimaced that old lady did not grope him, she tried to.

"Where is Skag from?"

"Erm...Jersey, one of the tiny ass channel Islands near England..."

"We should go."

"Dude, slow on the uptake or what?...We are going, were before you even spoke. Ohh this bitch is going down! she's gonna' fucking wanna wish she'd never been born!"

Sam nodded, wrapped up the laptop, grabbed his duffle and jacket and the Impala roared to life.

XOXOX

"Okay, we flying?...or erm...boat?" Sam hesitated.

"We're gonna' steal a float Sammy, what did you think! I've made a call to some guy dad knew, he owns yachts and...he's ugh...gonna give us one..."

"Give?" The eyebrows rose.

"Well, we helped him...I scratch his back n' all..."

Sam sighed. "We're sailing to England?" Eyebrows raised.

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"What?"

Sam sighed again.

"Man?...what!?"

"Dean, do you even slightly know the way to Jersey...? To England no less?"

"Ch'yeah...sure I do. It's not that hard Sammy...you just gotta' uhm...navigate the compass an' shit..."

Sam's audiable slap of palm on forehead echoed on the flimsy boat.

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"Please just turn us around or something...I don't wanna' get lost in the whole ocean with you."

"Sammy, don't you trust me?...I mean c'mon we're doing this for S.T."

Sam sighed. "We're lost ya' moron, how can we possibly know from here...?"

A horn made the brothers jump and a fishing boat sailed by, more than 12 feet from their own and Sam stood and walked to the railings.

"Excuse me?...hey!"

The elderly man slowed the engine and waved over.

"What can I do for you boys?"

Dean paled from behind Sam. The man's accent unmistakable.

"Nothing, never mind!"

After the boat had floated by, Sam turned to face his brother. "Follow that fuckin' boat Dean and get us to an airport!"

Dean mumbled under his breath while he turned the yacht. "I didn't know we were still in America..."

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Apparently Dean knew a lot more people then he let on, another high perk of the job.

A friend Sam and Dean helped a while back with a plane possession, knew someone who knew someone else...who new John.

How convienient.

After almost 24 hours of failing to sail, wandering in aimless circles, the brothers had two first class air tickets to Jersey and one free ride anywhere else.

Helping one pilot not so long back seemed to spread to all the others, private and public airlines alike.

"At least we can't run out of luck now." Dean laughed, being served fresh champagne and chocolate eclairs. It looked kind of weird, Dean terrified of planes but with a hot stuardess, food and alcohol not to mention the fifty-odd pillows he had stuffed around him, anyone could feel safe.

"Sure, matey...oh, I see you're from America. Love your accent pals, like to go there when I'm a bit older, with the family like, wife's just started...-"

Before long the hospital came into view, the joy in having such a small island, not that many twatting cab drivers to talk to.

The cold breeze hit them as soon as the taxi left, and they scurried into the swinging doors.

Approaching the front desk, Dean asked about said Skag Trendy while Sam scoured the boards of docter's and nurses on call.

"Dean, she works in the lab...I remember, c'mon!"

Dean thanked the receptionist, and took after Sam.

Locating the lab was easier said then done, they're was more fucking hallways and corners and left wings, and sections than a tortoises life span.

It was empty. Go figuire. But that didn't stop the brothers rifling through heaps of paperwork, looking at some blood tests and finally sitting on one of the few computors with someone still logged on.

"I think this might be her..."

"What's got you so sure?"

"EH!...who are you two, and what the fuck ya' doin' round me...oh...hello." Her voice turned to pure purrs to Dean's ears as he turned. A 'Bean around the world' coffee cup in her right hand.

"Because it's got supernatural fiction on it..." Sam finished the earlier statement. "Hi, we're uhm..." He stood, and held out his hand after Dean. "Sam and Dean...we heard about the reviewer-"

Apparently, finding someone through a profile wasn't so hard. A few tracking skills here and there, coupled with Sam's computor knowledge and Dean's quick thinking they'd pinpointed the perpetraitor closer than they'd expected.

A private jet was waiting for them, personal travel at the Jersey airport.

Only Dean had to make a quick stop at Ann Summers for some...payback items.

XOXOXO

Sam stopped on the way to pick up a curse box of their dads, it was hidden under a bookshelf and wrapped in layers of Trojan condoms.

Sam grinned. This was too easy.

XOXOXO

The house looked normal...it seemed normal.

But the worst evil on earth resided in it, and Dean hesitantly knocked on the door.

He placed the bag of aquired 'items' next to the curse box, painted over in pink and left a nice poofy bow and a letter of 'open me' in a heart on the box.

When they heard movement in the house, Sam pulled on Dean's jacket and they high tailed it out of the garden and round the corner of a very large oak.

A stouty woman with what seemed a russian doll version of chins came to the door, teeth poked over her lips she regarded the bag, silly symbols she noticed matched on the box and the bag, but smiling horribly she opened the box to reveal...

Nothing...?

Sighing she closed the door, left the bag of bulky items on the sofa, next to the box and suddenly felt a breeze.

The temperature dropped and a low forced cackling erupted through the house.

Suddenly the bag was being emtied all around her, the items ending with various thuds according to their 'size' and the lady screamed.

A half man formed face of mist appeared before her. Features turned up into a smile it raised a few of the items and charged for the woman.

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The brother's were trying not the laugh when they saw her open the box.

And when she screamed...and the thuds that followed.

Not to mention when one of their aquired 'items' smashed through the front window and landed further into the garden before them.

Dean was choking on laughter, bent at the waist, and Sam rolled on the floor, shrieking at the pavement at the sounds in the house.

It was the funniest 9-1-1 call Dean had ever had to make.

He tried to sound scared but Sam was jumping on his tip toes, pointing at the house and rolling in hysterical laughter.

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"Ello'?"

"S.T. it's Dean, I think you'd better come down to the hospital over here, there'll be a jet at the airport, just say Winchester and we'll see you in a few hours...don't worry they'll take you to us..."

Skag heard Sam laughing in the background and found herself smiling away.

"You've got it mate! I'm on my way!"

She hung up, saved the story she'd been writing and hopped it down to the airport, first class too...god was she grinning when she turned up in the US.

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As promised Dean and Sam were waiting outside the hospital, faces cheery, cheeks red and eyes streaming from laughter.

"Skag!...glad you could make it. There's something inside you're gonna' wanna' hear..." He raised his eyebrows.

Sam stifled a laugh and followed them through the main doors, up to ICU waiting area, where a docter in bright blue scrubs stood waiting.

"This is the family member we told you about Dr. knox."

The docter shook Skag's hand and she noticed the boy's acting, all serious now eh...

Leading them down to the patients room, he explained what injuries she'd recieved and the effects of how long they'd last.

"So doc, what exactly happened to her?" Skag asked, her own smiles held back.

"Erm...we...arrived at the scene and found..." He struggled for right words. "certain devices, scattered everywhere...all over, even outside..."